Far away at the end of the street in Boston I see the shepherd with his white sheep As their bells jingle and jingle, my memories take me somewhere else I forget where I was and where I am going I only smile as I see my mom waving at me from the windows of the giant apartments of this city and then...

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As people surrounded me today after I got off the stage, a young face with her big eyes kept glancing from far away... When someone came in between her view she kneeled down to kept her stare. Throughout my discussions, hugs, pictures with all the women I kept glancing at her face and smiled, for a while it kept on until she disappeared....

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As my day of departure from Pakistan comes closer, my senses seem to work extra special. My nose now smells that hint of familiarity in the damp foggy air here, my ears fall in love with each roar of the fast car in the streets and that brrrr!ttt! of silencer-less motor bikes, my eyes seem to find every person smiling and oh those...

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Growing up I have cried a lot, (yes, I still do) mostly holding my pillow when everyone would sleep, behind the curtain so mom wont see and question, under the blanket where my heart would be breaking and yes in my fathers arms sobbing like a little girl with nothing but a broken heart. My pillow, curtain or blanket never responded but my...

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I feel at peace. Things are not perfect, there are deadlines, hundreds of emails waiting, people to meet, things to discuss and letters to write. But I feel at peace... its as if my soul has taken into account what Shams Tabrizi very beautifully says about accepting the current moment, opening our arms to life and letting life work for us - not...

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A few months ago in Boulder, Colorado I planned to get a photo frame for a friend of mine for his birthday and so went to the nearest Art shop.As I asked the lady at the counter if they had those certain kind of frames, she looked up from jotting something down on her notebook and said, "no I am sorry we don't,...

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Three years ago a mentor of mine suggested I meet Oprah Winfrey before I get killed, I smiled. A year later, another good friend recommended the very same thing but when the same suggestion came the third time recently I knew something seriously important lay behind this. Although it was still hard for me to understand the point behind a celebrity meeting a struggling...

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Today dad drove me on his old bike in the old streets of Karachi.... In the dark of the night when traffic was slow and the moon almost full, dad increased the speed on the bike. I clutched tight and shouted a big woohoo! and he laughed a high-pitched young laugh. The moment converted into the streets of my hometown when my little...

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The day at noonThe sun may be sharpThe walk may be longThe steps might be harderThe sand could slow us downThe wind could blind usThe heat would try to grab usThe hopes might fall a littleOur shoes may come untiedOur breath exhaustedOur energy beatenOur feets with blistersBut...We will still go onBecuause oh Woman, YOU DIDYou faced a lot when we were not watchingyou...

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In the outskirts of Hyderabad, Pakistan right before when you enter the modest city via the highway from Karachi, a dirt road leads to a small rural community called Khuda Ki Basti (God's Community), I spent my childhood days there when I was not running around in the mountains of Balochistan. This weekend I went back to give-back, to see those streets, touch...

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Returning from the US after my talk at Google recently, I discovered that my love for Pakistan isn't something of a mere saying, its a terribly painful feeling mixed with longing and lots of tears. In just a little time I wanted to be back to my mountains I belong to, the noise and scent of this earth and the laughter of my...

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Heard the Pakistani National Anthem being sung by little kids inside a school today while coming back from my morning walk, Stood there to listen, each word echoed with great power, shaking my whole body, Goosebumps made me shiver from head to toe until my tears couldn't stop. Every word, every praise was a lie.How much of it we really meant? How many...

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